At least one thing is true: this life flies by.

One thing is true, the rest is a lie,

After the flower blooms once, it will die forever..."

Leonard's singing was like a sleeping song, echoing lightly between the left and right doors, and echoing in the winding wooden stairs.

Klein's spirit was suddenly in a trance, as if he saw the quiet moonlight and the peaceful and slightly swaying lake surface.

His eyelids quickly became heavy, as if he could fall asleep standing up.

In such a blurred perception, he felt an invisible, strange, and indifferent gaze from behind, as if he was traveling in the spirit world.

An inexplicable feeling of d�j� vu appeared, and Klein suddenly regained his thoughts. Relying on his own powerful inspiration and extremely familiar meditation, he barely got rid of the influence of the "Midnight Psalm".

But he was still physically and mentally peaceful, and it was difficult to produce other emotions.

Soon, Leonard stopped singing, tilted his head and said with a smile: "I'm considering applying for a Fenebot, how can I sing without accompaniment?"

"Hehe, just kidding, I heard they were all asleep."

This dark-haired, green-eyed, poetic member of the Nighthawks team stepped forward and walked to the door where the kidnappers and hostages were.

He suddenly swung his shoulders, punched out his fist, and slammed on the door lock.

Click!

The wooden boards around the door lock shattered, and the sound was very faint.

"This requires precise control." Leonard turned his head and laughed, while reaching into the hole and opening the door.

Klein, who had regained consciousness, was not as confident as he was. He put his hand under his armpit, pulled out the pistol, and adjusted the wheel to ensure that he could fire immediately.

As the door retreated, he saw a man sleeping on the table with a pistol at his feet, and he saw a man rubbing his eyes in confusion and trying to stand up.

pedal!

Leonard approached with a sliding step, knocking out the robber who was about to wake up.

Klein was about to follow in when he suddenly sensed something and turned around suddenly, facing the stairs.

Da, da, da, the sound of footsteps gradually became clear from bottom to top. A man in a brown coat and no hat, holding a paper bag of bread, walked around the corner of the stairs and headed for the third floor.

Suddenly, he paused, and saw the metallic gun muzzle looking down at him.

His pupils reflected a young man wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black suit, and a bow tie of the same color. He reflected the cane leaning against the railing, and reflected the dangerous revolver.

"Stop all your movements, raise your hands, three, two..." Klein said in a low and soothing tone.

He held the revolver in both hands, trying to use the opponent as a practice target.

In the tense atmosphere, the man in the brown coat dropped the bag of bread and slowly raised his hands.

"Sir, have you misunderstood something?" He stared at Klein's finger on the trigger, and smiled a little.

For the time being, Klein couldn't tell whether he was a fellow kidnapper or a neighbor next door, but he didn't show any abnormality on the surface, and said in a deep voice, "Don't try to struggle, someone will come to identify whether it's a misunderstanding later."

At this time, Leonard, who had dealt with the kidnapper in the house, came out, glanced at the man at the corner of the stairs, and said leisurely, "So the kidnapper has another companion, who is responsible for receiving and buying food?" JrNovels.com